No Chains
Sometimes I feel constrained by rhyme, rhythm and form
As if this one will be the magic that transforms and rises above
Sometimes I feel constrained by words I know to fit in this space or that wishing for a vocabulary unhinged
Sometimes I feel constrained by expectations, by convention and by the other who will read these words
When inspired by another who uses a pen to dance
Who spills themselves and their imagination onto pages
I want to sit in a corner and write and write
Digging for treasure
Buried beyond my feelings
Beyond my vocabulary
Beyond expectations and conventions
Where life forms
And beauty arises in the mist
Dec 26
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